Collegium Arcanum (Open RP)

Post by oneforthemoney

Headmaster: Gemma Ballibis (Archmage, Seated member of the House of Arcane Contraption, Archmage of Dalaran, Lyrasium City Council Member)

Dear __________

We are pleased to announce your acceptance into the Collegium Arcanum.

As one of the first students, you shall be on the ground breaking of this new school and its focus on the schools of Techno magics, Arcane magics, or Martial magics respectively. Your seat in _____ magics has been reserved, and awaits your confirmation by letter.

As you are no doubt aware, in an effort to foster peace in the recent war and with backing by the Argent Crusade, the school is proud to have accepted members from both sides of the current conflict for its student body.

We await your arrival in the town of Lyrasim, where you will board a canal ship heading to the college itself and begin the school’s first year since the Scourge swept through the land. The semester begins October first, and you will find enclosed within a list of all necessary equipment and components for your chosen field.

We expect your reply for matriculation and tuition no later than September fifteenth.

Yours Sincerely,

Heraldus MacropediusDeputy Headmaster

Post by oneforthemoney

Hello once more. Many of you may know me from the Regenesis or Saligia RPs. This is a new open RP, based on an idea I had while roleplaying with one of Mojoworkin’s characters. The premise is, essentially, a magic academy. The time is following the Cataclysm, and before the Mists around Pandaria fade. As such, there has been no destruction of Theramore yet, Deathwing is still floating around for the time being, and the Plaguelands are in the midst of being cleansed.

The premise of this school is that it does not only teach mages. It is a multidisciplinary school that teaches three different types of magic using:

-Standard Magic, so your mages, evokers, conjurers and the like.

-Battle magic, such as spellbreakers, battle mages and the like.

-Techno Magic such as audiomancy, tinkering, and so on.

The three courses are split into different portions of the academy. The arcane is placed in the school’s towers and highest levels, the martial is the ground floor or ‘main body’ of the academy and the technologies is based in the underground levels of the college. Each of these will be working independently from one another, with the only room which connects all three being the library in the center of the building. That means plots and characters are unlikely to interact outside of the library, and each one moves at their own pace.

The RPer’s are students. The teachers and such have already been decided on in terms of who will play them but I may ask others in case there are to be guest speakers or something like that and they have a specific character for it. Everyone can play as many students as they like, but please restrict yourselves to two of the courses instead of all three. This way events can continue moving even with the absence of one person.

Keep in mind you are playing students. So world ending skills are unlikely or are, at the very least, still being developed at this time. Keep the ages in mind as well, they being teenager or young adult at best.

Any questions, please feel free to post in the open Q&A, message me in Steam, or email me.

Now for the technical stuff:

-Students can be either Alliance or Horde races, with the exception of those being Tauren who can’t use ‘magic’, and the Forsaken based on age.

-The school and town are on the Northern coast of the Eastern Plaguelands, cut off from the main country by mountains and a dense forest. Though there are roads through them, they are in rough shape from neglect leaving the main way through the sea. The school is further inland against the mountains and surrounded by forest; the town is by the ocean and primarily inhabited by humans who survived the Third War.

-Everyone starts in the town getting ready to board the canal ship that will take them to the school. Once everyone who wants to is in the RP, we will arrive at the school and begin.

-The canal ships is actually three different boats, all strung together. Each one corresponds to the specific course being taken so make sure your characters boards the correct one. The inside are closed booths with seats large enough for two, facing one another.

-The school itself again has been split in three. As such the specifics of their architecture is up to whoever runs the sections, meaning they will be elaborated on upon arrival.

-If you want to do some outside interference once the school begins, check with me. Let me re-iterate. Anything coming in from the outside will not happen unless you clear it with me or whoever controls the course it will affect first!

-In your introduction, please provide which course will be taken under your name. Example:

Character: Joe EverymanLocation: Lyrasium InnSchool: Technomagic

This will be discontinued once everyone is in their proper place.

The essential to make this work is co-operation and enjoying it. This RP will be primarily based on the interactions of characters rather than the efforts of blowing each other up. Please keep that in mind. I will provide a more detailed breakdown of the school itself when we are properly ready to begin.

Post by oneforthemoney

Character: Leo PrometheusLocation: LyrasiumCourse: Technomagic

The crisp sea air coasting in from the shore brushed against Leo’s face and cast his stringy black hair against his eyes. Lyrasium was a nice town, though so far north it tended to get a little chilly so late in the year. It was a quintessential university town, with plenty of inns, quill and supply shops, post offices, and even a few magic shops for the frequenting students. Leo had to admit, they had bounced back marvellously now that the Collegium had re-opened. Though it was clear many of the inhabitants still held a certain reservation to the various new races who now wandered the streets, waiting for the time to board, the idea of the business brought overshadowed that easily.

The town itself cut that curious equilibrium between college town and port. Old hewn buildings collected near the canal and along the rear of the settlement, while wooden and newly painted structures struck out near the shore and sea going ships there. Stone cobbled streets would cut off abruptly upon meeting the wooden planks of the docks, which had proved the sole supporter of the town following the college’s closing down. But now, the ancient brick houses with their inn’s and businesses had received a new breath of life. Shops were un-boarded, beds refitted, worm eaten furniture discarded and new ones bought, and the town now cast itself not only a university town, but a thriving fishing village as well. Academics and shop owners prowled the streets in their aprons and accountant glasses alongside burly fishermen and wives. The smell of fish and the sea filled the air, only to give way inside shops to that of baking and fresh ink.

The soon to be young student pushed the errant strands away from his small spectacles and straightened out the brown, double breasted overcoat he was wearing. The leather of the suitcase’s handle was warm against his palm as he stared at the canal’s boarding dock, a large black and red vessel just visible over the top of the thick white building, waiting for its first passengers.

Waiting for him.

He exhaled with exhilaration and turned, now prepared to say goodbye to his family for the first time.

If his father was tearing up as was indicated by the amount of sobbing, no one would ever know due to the reflective black goggled he wore over his eyes. With black hair curving back and up along either side of his head like a pair of ebony horns, he wore a white lab coat to the result of casting a very curious sight indeed. One that was only compounded by the massive squared metal gauntlets he used to wipe the nothing from his hidden eyes.

Leo sighed at the display. “Dad, it’s only for a year. Not even that! I’ll be back in no time.”

“I know son. I know,” Dr. Prometheus sniffled. He looked skyward (presumably), searchingly. “I thought I was ready to let my little robin leave the nest. Oh son!” the doctor cried, grabbing Leo’s hands in his own beseechingly. “Promise me you’ll write everyday. And if you ever want to come home, just tell me. And if anyone gives you trouble, just give me their names, and I’ll make sure they’re…ah…taken care of.”

Leo sighed and pulled his hands free to massage his forehead. “Dad, calm down. This was your idea, like the bowtie. It will be fine. Are you sure bowties are in fashion?” he asked, changing the subject and plucking at the offending article.

His father drew himself up to full height with a huff. “What? Of course I am! Bowties are dapper, son. Everyone loves bowties! Who couldn’t? Though, yours is a bit crooked. Give me a second…there we are.” The doctor took a step back, admiring his son with all the pride of the patriarch. He sniffled again. “Oh, my little man. The fruit of my loins. I’m going to miss you.”

Leo Flushed hotly at his father’s words and looked around tentatively to see if anyone had heard. Though apparently safe, the half elf still found it time to cough and pull back his sleeve to examine the dozen of watches thereupon. Assured of the hour (and several others), he turned to his sister with a slight smile gracing his lips. “Well, should get going,” he said, adjusting the blue butterfly bowtie nervously.

The red headed girl gave him an unimpressed look. “Whatever. When you’re gone, do I get your room?”

“Love you too, sis.” Leo puffed out his lapels and collar. “Welp! Here I go!” With that, the young half elf grabbed his suitcase and hurried towards the ship, a cavalier smile on his face as a deep throated whistle groaned through the air and declaring it was time to begin boarding.

Character: Veraldine MerkatusLocation: LyrasiumCourse: Arcane

The young human had not moved since she sat down, save to slowly turn the pages of the Gadgetztan Times which eclipsed her face. The front page discussed the recent war on mount Hyjal, though the newspaper was hopelessly out of date. Not that she seemed to mind, having gone through it at least three times that morning alone until the tips of her fingers were stained with ink. The young woman wore a thin blue coat, opened at the front and revealing a green loose shirt beneath which rested on her curves tantalizingly.

Reclining in the café chair, a suitcase leaning against her seat, she had that laissez-faire attitude of a person who knows exactly what they want, knows how to get it, and is merely waiting for it all to come about. And, as the low, droning call of the canal ship rang out over the cries of seagulls, she lowered her paper expectantly, giving the curious server who had been hovering by a look at her face.

She was shorter than the average human and somewhat thin, with wavy shoulderlength blonde hair that curled with the look of mild dishevelment. A single red ribbon was tied almost mockingly around her neck. The green eyes which looked to the newly painted boarding station were sharp and thoughtful, much like the crooked smile which curled her lip. The smile of someone who knows something few others do is about to come about. She put the paper down, slapped a few coins down on the table, and rose to her feet. Grabbing her suitcase in both hands, she moved towards the station with quick, sure footed steps.

“Time to shine,” she sang in a honeyed voice.

Character: Arthur HandelLocation: LyrasiumCourse: Arcane

Arthur had been sitting on one of the benches outside of the station when the whistle blew. His round glasses flashed in the sun as the thin youth looked up from his book in surprise. He remained that way, book open and eying the newly painted white walls of the building suspiciously until a man in a flat topped had and official looking uniform appeared and opened the doors to the station.

Arthur grunted irritably, bookmarking his place shutting the book with a clap. The text had that cracked, earmarked and worn appearance of frequent use. A character shared with everything Arthur possessed; be it the faded brown of his coarse linen shirt and pants, the somewhat frayed hems of his sleeves, and even the thin soles of his shoes showing their well-treaded nature.

Depositing his book back into a waiting suitcase, he rose ponderously from the bench. Short cut brown hair plastered against his face in the breeze, he took two large suitcases waiting on either side of him in hand.

The sooner he got on board, the sooner he could return to his book.

Post by UrAgahn

Character: Siber AntaresLocation: LyrasiumCourse: Battle Magic

For the umpteenth time this day, Siber had to stop his hand halfway to his face after noticing another person flashing a look at the said face, covered with what he thought were horrendous, but in truth were rather faint scars, left by a fire. His mass of long, greasy blonde hair that he would so often comb down to hide the old burns was gone now, replaced by a military buzz cut - all to symbolize the beginning of a new chapter in his short life. Luckily for him, the whistle sounded soon after him realizing his subconscious motion to hide his countenance, so the young human could instead clench his fist in a sign of small triumph; his thick bicep, exposed by the short-sleeved woolen tunic he wore bulged, the well-developed muscles rolling under his lightly tanned skin.

Siber would be the first to admit that he was more than a little nervous about entering a place full of accursed witches and warlocks roaming freely. However, simply knowing that all too soon he would be learning to keep them in check, to hunt them down and destroy them steeled his resolve. So far he remained either blissfully unaware of or willfully ignoring the fact that the power awakened inside him bore much and more resemblance to the very magic he abhorred. As always ever since receiving that fateful letter, the thought of harnessing some sort of force to shut down the magi stretched his full lips into a smirk and brought a spark of enthusiasm bordering on religious fervor to his dark gray eyes.

Eager to begin the rigorous training - that it would indeed be rigorous Siber had no doubt - the youth picked up his bulging rucksack and started towards the ship, his leather boots creaking with every step.

Character: Joaquin SantiagoLocation: LyrasiumCourse: Arcane Magic

"This was supposed to be a lucky day!" Joaquin exclaimed in great frustration after the whistle died down. The tall, gangly young man raised his seven-stringed guitar above him as if intending to smash it against the cobblestones of the road, so annoyed he was at the fact that just when he managed to accomplish a particularly complicated diagonal barre chord, it could not be heard over the loud noise of the signal.

Of course, the dramatic raising of the instrument was just for show. Joaquin even stroked the guitar affectionately, almost like he was apologizing for even thinking of such a sacrilege. He then looked into its empty case lying on the sidewalk near him and let out a sharp whistle, his mood rising back up - quite a few coins lay there, and he even spotted a golden sovereign. Not bad for a measly hour of play.

"Well now. Not exactly the closing call I'd prefer, but still," the dark-haired bard muttered under his nose, tugging at his sparse beard that barely covered his chin in thought.

"Alright, no sense wasting time now, is it?" he decided, scooping the money into his pouch. He proceeded to pack his guitar, sling the case across his back, grab his traveling bag and head towards the ship.

Character: Eryan ArnellLocation: LyrasiumCourse: Arcane Magic

When the whistle sounded, Eryan bolted upright, almost kicking over his suitcase in the process. Just when the pale green-eyed ginger thought he could not possibly get anymore excited, he was proven wrong, and rather soundly at that. He threw his hands up in the air, sending a salvo of colorful sparks upwards.

To say that the teenager had a good feeling about the trip would probably rank somewhere in the top ten understatements of the year. Ever since the power awakened within the youngest son of the Arnell family, which was otherwise the perfectly respectable, thriving, boring household of a watchmaker, he had been anxiously waiting to develop it. Though admittedly, despite the many books his father had provided for him, Eryan had little to no idea about what he would become. Apart from it being completely, utterly, mindbogglingly, amazingly super-awesome, of course.

The boy stretched - carefully, so as not to accidentally tear up his long-flapped red camisole with a deep blue collar and hood - and flexed his fingers, wrapped in tight-fitting black silk gloves that reached all the way to his elbow. Eryan believed he knew everything there was to know about fashion, and as such was somewhat surprised that the local girls did not line up to swoon over his cool outfit. Even that could not dampen his spirit, however, and besides he was rather confident the school would have plenty of pretty faces. And other fleshy bits.

Eryan picked up his suitcase and hurried towards the ship; the only reason he did not skip steps was the said suitcase being rather heavy and unwieldy.

Post by Monday

Character: Joshua ClawsonLocation: LyrasiumSchool: Technomagic

Joshua frowned, tapping away at an advanced looking terminal, miniaturized and sitting on his lap. A bag sat next to him, from which protruded a jumble of wires and various other articles. The screen of his terminal glowed with a soft violet light, as did the crystal embedded in the back, indicating a draenei origin, but the otherwise drab metal casing reflecting human aesthetics.

After a moment, his expression cleared and started typing at a slightly increased pace, which wasn't very fast at all. At times, he consulted a notebook lying open next to him, adding a note or two each time.

He put away his terminal when the ship arrived, then grimaced as the wind blew his curly brown hair around his face. "Bloody weather," he grumbled as he started towards the ship. "Why can't it be still for once?"

Post by Persen

Kimberly FraserLyrasiumMartial magic

"Bye dad! Gonna miss you!" Kim waved to her father as he disappeared behind the small crowd through which she was moving. She was quite apparently dressed in his clothes; old and worn and fitted to a man. Luckily he was not a bulky person, and they only sat a little loosely on her quite average frame. The human girl was pretty but ordinary, with brown eyes and hair - a bit curly - and a sideswept fringe.

Her dad waved back with a rough hand and a proud smile before he lost track of his daughter in the crowd. She carried her stuff, what little she owned, in a small burlap sack over her shoulder and on her person. Her outfit was rather practical: flax shirt over a vest, a simple woodsman-style jacket on top and cotton trousers tucked in her leather boots. One could almost see her father was a carpenter. She had other plans for her life, however.

The canal ship would take her to realise them.

Theo BeckettLyrasiumClassical magic

Theo ("Theobald" to those wanting to tease him) was already sitting by the dock on top of a ragged portmanteau, brows furrowed in shallow concentration. He fiddled with a short piece of rope, tying and untying various knots to pass the time. Dressed by naval standards, he wore a loose-fitting white cotton shirt and slack trousers. For the occasion he wore simple leather shoes, and he had a neat braid of rye blond hair hanging down to the top of his back.

If only the ship could come now.

Post by Neonhyper

Character: Tristan LionelLocation: LyrasiumSchool: Arcane

The whistle sung through the air alongside the steady coastal breeze, stirring an adolescent's tumble of ruddy ginger hair as he raised his head in acknowledgment of the calling sound. He turned over a well worn piece of parchment in his hands, the letter of acceptance he had read over and over again as a declaration of freedom. The boy stooped down in his chair, set with a couple others and a table outside a cafe, and grabbed his, comparatively, small suitcase before getting to his feet.

Tristan Lionel was tall, almost as much as a full grown man and not even old enough to be considered an adult, and slouched to keep himself from towering. A grey woolen cloak, massive even for him, hid most of his gangly frame under the draping folds. The cowl was pulled back, something he had no need for right now when he wasn't trying to slip under anybody's attention.

No, he was finally free from that. At least, he hoped so.

He dragged the suitcase with him towards the docks, clenching the letter in his hand. Archmagus Hermia had gotten him into this school, taking pity on a poor boy trapped in Dalaran like a rat in the sewers. She had written the first series of theses on his bizarre abilities, copying magic from Arcane to Divine by merely watching someone else cast. This anomaly lead Tristan into an education of being thrown from one archmage to another, being poked and prodded at nearly blowing himself up and never being taught much at all as a result.

Maybe this had been her way to make amends. After she got everything she needed out of him.

Tristan sighed, looking around at the three ships boarding for the different schools, and made his way towards the one for standard magic. If things went well, perhaps casting magic on his own wouldn't blow up in his face.

Post by tuvarkz

Character: Raegar StormbreakerLocation: LyrasiumSchool: Battle Magic

The orc arrived at the town and left his wolf mount with the stable master. Raegar knew that he had to be a honorable representative of the Frostwolf Clan in the school, and he wiped some dust off his blue tabard.

Raegar then proceeded to sharpen the greataxe that he carried in his back. To the opinion of other mages, particularly blood elves, he was a little "savage", as he liked to charge his weapon with magic and rush into the midst of battle launching spells as he swinged his axe around. They always told him that it would get him killed soon. The young orc, however, disregarded these warnings as old crone words.

The orc then thought: "Lok'tar ogar. The meaning behind these is that between victory and failure there is no middle place. Each opportunity is unique, and in this one I shall succeed." The orc then approached the boat that belonged to the battle magic school.

Post by morginar

Character: Elthalis AzuresongLocation: LyrasiumCourse: Battle magic

Elthalis was leaning against a wall with her bag down at her feet. The charcoal black haired high elf, that is dressed in a short sleeved blue tunic with silver decorations and white pants, and a leather belt with an one-edged one handed elven longsword.

The elf turned page in the book in her hand filled with fictional stories from the magical kingdom of Quel'thalas, she then folded the edge of the page and placed it back into her rucksack."What a nice breeze here." She thought for herself as the wind brushed thrugh her hair.

Character: Hazley KettlesparkLocation: LyrasiumCourse: Standard Magic

Hazley was sitting down on a bench waiting for the boat, the gnome who was more slim than the average gnome and wearing a pointy dirt brown hat over his strawberry red hair and has a chestnut brown coat unbutoned and hanging down to his ankles.

He was twiddleing his thumbs impaitently."Ohhh, can't the boat come any time soon?" Asked Hazley loudly for himslef.

Post by oneforthemoney

Character: Leo PrometheusLocation: LyrasiumCourse: Technomagic

The three vessels lying in the canal before Leo were fairly impressive, even by his standards. Narrow and riding high in the water, they were fairly plain, painted a dull black and vibrant red though clearly quite serviceable. There were in fact three vessels, each strung behind the other in a convoy with their gangplanks shouldering onto the brick dock. Only near the fore and the were open air sections, that way for boarding purposes. The rest was enclosed in cabins, awaiting their boarders as they gently bobbed in place.

Signs were placed near the gangplanks, denoting which vessel was which and a Ticketmaster stood by, awaiting his arrivals. Leo held his ticket which had come with his acceptance letter tightly. He gulped heavily, and began to approach.

Okay Leo, remain calm. Smile. Not that much! Good first impression. Okay, keep calm. Be friendly, but not 'I'm coming on to you' friendly. Crap! I'm sweating! Now the ticket will be all sweaty! Quick, dry it off. No, no! Then he'll know I did. Do it subtly, okay, ease it, like your just patting your pocket. Is that a thing? Oh damn i hope that's a thing. Okay, easy...now! Smoooooth. Yeaaaaah. The perfect crime. Damn I'm good.

The Ticketmanster raised a confused brow as a bespectacled young man seemed to rub his hand against his coat so violently he might start a fire from the friction. What the fel...

Finished, the newest student approached the sailor with a disturbing smile, the sort one might see on something from Un'Goro crater moments before they snapped at your foot to drag you out of the tree and to dinner. Smiling in such a way, Leo handed over the ticket.

"Hello! It is nice to meet you. I am Leo!"

Taking the ticket gingerly, the sailor examined it carefully, muttering something positive while ducking his head. He handing it back as quickly as he could. "All things in order. Welcome aboard."

Leo smiled that disturbing grin that sent shudders down the Ticketmaster spine. "Thanks!" The new student fairly skipped down the gangplank to find his cabin.

Character: Veraldine MerkatusLocation: LyrasiumCourse: Arcane

Veraldine wandered over to one of the vessels marked for the arcane school. Slipping the Ticketmaster her ticket, she waited calmly for it to be checked. "Thanks!" she chirped once he finished, retrieving her ticket and striding aboard.

Character: Arthur HandelLocation: LyrasiumCourse: Arcane

The Ticketmaster retrieved the ticket pressed to him by a disgruntled Arthur. Scanning the contents, made somewhat vexing by the impatient tap tap of well worn soles on the brick dock, he passed it back.

"Thank you. And welcome..." but Arthur was already gone, bustling down the gangplank and into the ship to find his cabin. "...aboard," the Ticketmaster eventually finished lamely.

Post by Gumballs

Character: Kaestan RedstarLocation: LyrasiumSchool: Standard Magic

Kaestan sat on the grass under a tree, enjoying the fresh air with his nose buried in a tome. The blood elf touched his fingertips to the page lightly as he read, enjoying the texture of the old parchment. He was just getting into the zone when he heard the horn signaling the students to board the ships.

Everything about Kaestan was relaxed and slow; he preferred to take his time, enjoying the little things at his own pace. And as such, it took him a tremendously long time to pull himself away from the chapter.

After finally pulling himself away from his readings, Kaestan tucked a silk bookmark into the spot and gently returned the tome to his pack.

Kaestan was of average height, but he looked shorter because of his bulk - he was muscled and tan. His hair was a lovely golden blonde and was pulled up in a messy foxtail that trailed down his shoulders, and his facial features were square and handsome. He wore plain, black trousers, simple black shoes and an ornate red and gold dress shirt, covered partially by a dressy, fitted black coat. A rather dapper outfit for the occasion, he thought.

After gathering his belongings, Kaestan stood and casually made his way towards the docks, ready to get back to reading.-

Character: Kutom'baiLocation: LyrasiumSchool: Battle Magic

"Ah mon, is dis it?" Kutom'bai asked herself, staring at the crumpled letter in her hand once more before looking past it at the town in front of her. "Kinda small, ain't it? Ah %^&*..."

With an unamused sigh, the purple mohawked troll wandered in, getting looks from several humans in the process. She glared at them, cracking her knuckles on both hands (of which FU and CK were tattooed on, respectively) before going on her way.

Kutom'bai carried a small pack with few supplies in it, with two small swords strapped to her curvy hips. She was tall and muscular, with a harsh face and a nose that looked like it had been broken several times. Several tattoos and scarifications - most of them apparently obscene or violent in nature - could be seen on her light blue flesh, as she only wore a tight chest wrap and leather loincloth.

Everything about Kutom'bai screamed scrapper, and that term was pretty accurate.

The troll headed closer to the docks, seeing a small crowd of people. It looked like they were boarding already. "No trolls," Kutom'bai said with a snort and a smirk. "Let's do dis."-

Character: Meeba MiniblazeLocation: LyrasiumSchool: Standard Magic

Meeba weaved in and out of peoples feet, carrying a large bag on her shoulders and carrying several books in her arms. The gnome bobbed up and down, craning her neck to see over the stack of supplies she was carrying. A fat black cat nearly as tall as her hip kept in step with her, his tail kept upright as he watched his surroundings.

"Oh, darn, why can't they make backpacks bigger?" Meeba complained, finally reaching a clearing. She put her books down on a bench, leaning on them and taking a deep breath. "Jeez Amos, am I right or what?" the blue eyed gnome asked the cat. It just stared at her.

Meeba rolled her eyes, a grin spreading across her face. "You'll talk to me one day," she laughed. The gnome had bright pink hair cut in a layered pixie cut and freckles dotted her pudgy face. "Right?" she asked Amos, tilting her head to stare at her pet.

Meeba was dressed in an elaborate green and blue robe with a golden floral pattern and long, sweeping sleeves. The entire back of her dress was golden lace, and a large golden flower clip was pinned above her left ear. The gnome was gaudy and flashy, from her long, makeuped eyelashes to her heeled white leather boots.

The low horn sounded and Meeba turned to face the water. "Oh, oh here we go again!" she chirped, loading all her supplies into her arms and bobbing off quickly in the direction of the docks. Amos watched her for several seconds before jumping off the bench and trailing after the gnome.

Post by Adamsm

Name: Kai'tai StonebreakerLocation: LyrasiumSchool: Martial

The young woman took a deep breath, absently fiddling with her clothes as she walked towards the ramp leading up onto the ship. Kai'tai was tall, thin and seemed to be built with whip cord. The young woman had a greenish blue tinge to her skin, dark red hair that was braided in rows, small tusks and gray coloured eyes. The half-troll half-orc moved shyly, avoiding looking at anyone around her as she looked down at the letter again, then sighed and headed for the ticket master.

She ducked her head and mumbled a response to the question as she showed her letter, then all but ran up the ramp onto the ship, heading for an out of the way spot, holding tightly onto the straps of her pack.

Name: Screwtop BlastfuseLocation: LyrasiumSchool: Techno

"Yeah yeah, I know I know!" Screw called back to his father as he stumped towards the boat. The goblin had dark green skin, a large nose and ears, and a bright yellow mohawk on his head. "Any money goes back to the family." He said, pulling out the letter as he made for the gangplank, wanting to get away from his elder.

Post by Neonhyper

Character: Tristan LionelLocation: LyrasiumSchool: Arcane

Tristan shifted anxiously as he waited in line before the Ticketmaster with the other students waiting to board the vessel. He took out his acceptance letter and unfolded the parchment, his ticket nestled within the crease of the paper, taking it out before he was next to approach the sailor forced to accept every magical adolescent onto the sea-faring vessels.

After very few words were exchanged between them, Tristan made his way onto the boat with one less piece of paper on him.

Post by Adamsm

Name: Screwtop BlastfuseLocation: LyrasiumSchool: Techno

Screw sighed as he took his place in line, the goblin ignoring any looks from the taller races as he hummed to himself, rummaging through his tool bag, making sure he had everything he needed. The goblin mage had always had a knack for machines, which made his stand out from the rest of his family, since they didn't explode on him. Can't wait to see what this place is like...and the kind of coin I can make. He thought to himself, a smirk on his face.

Post by undead22

Character: Mark ZalekLocation: LyrasiumSchool: Technomage

The young human made his way across town towards the boats as he constantly looked down at his letter of acceptance. "This is going to awesome." He muttered to himself as he shifted his shoulder to better hold onto the sack he was carrying. He had short black hair and green eyes and was wearing a blue linen shirt and brown pants and boots. He made it to the docks and found the boat he was supposed to be on and got in line as he waited for his turn.

Character: Sarah ZalekLocation: LyrasiumSchool: Arcane

The young women made her way threw town watching her brother run off towards the docks. "Idiot." She sighed as she stopped beside a tree to make sure she had everything she need for school. She had long black hair that fell just past her shoulders and ended in curls and was wearing a blue robe that hugged her curves and once she made sure she had everything that she needed in her backpack she continued her journey to the docks stopping in line for the arcane boat.

Post by oneforthemoney

Character: Leo PrometheusLocation: LyrasiumCourse: Technomagic

The booth Leo discovered was a fairly plain thing. Behind a curtained door and windows lay a pair of padded red seats long enough for two, and consuming the whole of the two sides of the booth. A pair of wide netted shelves were set above for baggage, and which the coated youth made use of promptly.

With expectant airs, he assumed his seat rigidly. Hands clasped upon his lap, his knee bounced with eagerness instilling a tap tapping upon the hard wood floor. As his sister might say, he was so excited he could piss himself.

...Nope, still didn't miss her.

Character: Arthur HandelLocation: LyrasiumCourse: Arcane

Arthur more fell than entered his booth. But he was undeterred. Struggling to his feet with his two overstuffed bags, he tried to shove them into the booth above, managing one, failing the other leaving it to fall back down on the floor with a bang. After a moment of wordlessly throwing his arms up, then at the bags, followed by back up amongst other gesticulations of exasperation, he remained undeterred and managed to stow both bags above his seat. with copious grumbling.

The young, worn youth slumped into the corner of his seat. Producing yet another of the seemingly endless parade of worn textbooks, he put his back against the corner of the window and booth and commenced reading.

Light he hoped whoever he got saddled with would be quiet.

Post by UrAgahn

Character: Siber AntaresLocation: LyrasiumCourse: Battle Magic

Waiting for the person in front of him to board the ship, Siber turned around to throw a glance across the line. A disdainful smirk appeared on his face at the sight of orcs, trolls and other aliens - it seemed like there was no reason anyone would stare at his scars with so many filthy non-humans around.

Once his turn came, Siber rolled his broad shoulders and stepped forward, handing his ticket over. Obviously, everything was in order, and so he nodded curtly at the Ticketmaster before striding aboard in search for his cabin.

Character: Joaquin SantiagoLocation: LyrasiumCourse: Arcane Magic

The guitar case across his back earned Joaquin an askew glance from the Ticketmaster, but it did not last long; after all, he was headed to a school of magic, where weird was supposed to be the norm.

"♪Aboard the ship he boldly strode...♪" the bard hummed under his nose, already trying to think up a new song. After getting the ticket back he tipped his wide-brimmed hat at the sailor and strode aboard, quite boldly at that.

Character: Eryan ArnellLocation: LyrasiumCourse: Arcane Magic

Getting through the line, Eryan dramatically cast his heavy hood back to reveal his face, and with a flourish handed his ticket over. The Ticketmaster snorted in mild amusement - this boy was not the first, and sure as goblins were green and greedy, he would not be the last, or even in the last ten. The second he spent looking at Eryan's ticket felt like an eternity to the boy, his heart skipping a beat in horror. Of course, there was no problem, and so the young Arnell crossed the gangplank, whistling enthusiastically, if off-key.

Post by Atik

LysariumArcane

By human count, she may have been middle-aged. By the count of her own race, however, the Draenei was hardly even a child. She was comparable to the rest of her species; naturally talented in magics of all sorts, and not exactly especially exciting in any personal skill.

Which left her wondering one very simple thing; why she had been invited to this strange school.

She was rather short, standing a head or two smaller than the Draenei woman the average Azeroth denizen may be used to seeing. A long flowing purple dress covered most of her form, simplistic in nature with few notable oddities; save folds along the shoulders and neck opening.

She reached a hand up, adjusting the headband that held her hair back in place a moment and staring outwards. Three ships, all leading to the same place. Yet each ship was designated for one of the three classes. It seemed like such a waste of two shops to the young girl.

Sighing, she decided it was best not to question some things. She hefted her pack for a moment, watching it move on its own and gasping.

"Shhhh!" The girl whispered. "Stay still just a bit longer! I don't know if you're allowed, and don't need to get stopped at the door!"

The bag shifted once more in complaint, but fell still soon enough. Nodding, she pulled it over her back and rushed along towards the boat that was her's.

Post by Persen

Theo BeckettLysariumClassical

Theo finally stood first in line to get his ticket checked. The person supposed to do it eyed him confusedly for a second, no doubt due to his marine appearance, but soon handed the piece of paper back with a reserved smile. The boy skipped past and embarked like he stepped into his own home.

Kimberly FraserLysariumMartial

At about the same time Kim emerged to the front of her line, flashed her ticket with a lot more displayed confidence than she actually had and then stepped on the boat.

Finding an empty cabin was starting to become difficult, but she eventually found one where she stuffed her bag on the overhead shelf and sank down into a seat, kicking off her boots and leaning back.

Post by tuvarkz

Character: Raegar StormbreakerLocation: LyrasiumSchool: Battle Magic

Raegar showed his ticket and entered an empty cabin. The orc then placed his bag and his greataxe on the floor, and relaxed himself. He might have time for a nap.

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